Short Sf Poems

The pulse races,
the mind falters,
the tongue stumbles,
the speech a-jumble.

My wretched stammer
leaves aspirations in tatters.
My heart broken 
by the words unspoken....

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Succintly free
Filling us daily with hope
Rewiring our brains
Engulfing hearing,tasting and smelling 
Enriching the visual field
Driving  our thoughts
Overpowering life’s pores
Maneuvering odysseys...

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Vogan Poetry inspires us all 

Couth super- of  the world
trailer, stringendo travels afar
Rent center bank me bark me 
recipe, stringendo.for sure for sure 

National poetry month prompt  day eight Vogan Bot Poetry...

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~A distant island still undiscovered,
nearing magnetically to its mystery,
distancing me from myself every moment,
remembering to forget the return path,
even my earth is puzzled,...revolve or rotate?
another blue sky beyond this one is calling.~






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Restless,
wanting.
Sitting on a precipice.
Squirming on the brink of discovery.
Wishing to leap,
float into unseen possibilities.
Wanting to embrace a new reality!
Why am I unable to trust?
Leaning on my fear.
So afraid,
You will let me fall.


Andrea Dietrich's "Sucintly Free Contest"
Written November 13th 2013...

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Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?...

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It waits on the wedge of a field
no longer lonely, another
 floats in for a landing above
 a sea of yellow flowers

Who will  forget that wonderful fuss,
the mock scolding  of an absence
now  being celebrated
The preaching  by a full range of
 vocals - wing tips folding and unfolding
against a new, and thinking sky

For Andrea's SF Contest...

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I miss the mist
that kissed my face.
I miss the joy
of hills that race
to catch the bay.

I miss the life
the Monk tones,
the cable car bell,
the foghorn groans
that filled the bay.

I miss the Coit
and the Golden Gate
the parks with
views so great
of the endless bay.

I left my love
my life, my soul
in the city so warm
in a life gone cold
by the beautiful bay....

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Leather boots and belts,
A maiden’s lipstick,
Handcuffs, lace panties bra,
Sword slave,
Wash muzzle,
Plug Tongue,
Eel slime plum,
Snail, tornado, bones, antlers, hands.
Razor clam dildo dug tunnel,
Cucumber purr kitty.
Brine volcano mussel worm plank,
Brassiere blaze twirl shell,
Palm girdle underwear, boot panty boars, hand Dug pussy thermometer!
Scream spank shout!
Kettle strap!!
Steam lung pulse!!!
 erection morgue eating crucifix breakfast?
...

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~Blooming Tale~ 


In limbo, we crawl on walls
Stare into a world behind curtains
Puzzled by the ends of -October dreams
A fight to scream, no one remembers
Once December is gone

Dark illuminating stars 
Will carve magic notes on trees
January comes to life!
Ones the old resolutions end

Mortal mountains ready To Bloom 
Taking from the clouds of yesterday
Surrender to the ascending view 
Never to gloom again........ 
The winds of a thousand words form a new scent 
A Flower-
-A new year begins...

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